pico,

Rain streams down the bricks of the alley as the man in the worn leather coat, his back against the wall, lightly touches the handle of the locked chest at his hip. He looks up at the sound of your footsteps, a dark eyebrow rising. "You're early. Or did you think I wouldn't notice you've been following me for three blocks?" He nods toward the chest between his feet. "Are you here for the map, or to hand me over to the men who are after me? Speak quickly, they're around the corner. His name is Pico."